In Our Baskets Stick

Image by Alicja from Pixabay

Summer excursion amid tangles

Of sharp-thorned brambles thick

Sweet purple – black fruit to find

And in our baskets stick

It is a joy to scavenge so

But the pales when we compare

To the lovely jam that we will eat

That mother will prepare

 

Padre

 

dVerse – Brambles

Buried Treasure

brown ship on sea during sunset

Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

When I was little – when I was small

With the simple things – I could have a ball

A lazy lizard,

Turmeric yellow – in the grass

A sea serpent would become

My old leather boot pirate ship

Would sail past giving him all guns

Then in euphoria

A buried treasure I would find:

A penny in mum’s potpourri

That someone left behind

 

Padre

 

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #30 “This week we are writing about childhood, about When I Was Little. . . .  The words and phrases to consider are turmericlazy lizardpotpourripennyold leather bootssea serpent, and euphoria. This week I’d like to see poems using at least three of these words or phrases.”

Listen Carefully

Car, Transportation System, Vehicle, Bus, Outdoors

Pixabay

I listen carefully to the chimes’ approach

Such a simple tune should be beyond reproach

Creamy goodies are on their way

The kid’s all hear it from blocks away

They rush and scramble to get their place

Wanting treats to fill their face

But there is not so much as a mask in sight

And social distancing, “is so last night”

But summer’s here, hot cocoa days are past

So this daily jostle I guess, for months will last

And hopefully a new spike will not result

And make this daily scramble halt

 

Padre

 

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24: I’m only suggesting you use two of the seven words or phrases. Choose carefully. Here’s what you have to work with: kindlinghot cocoamonsoonpurple mountain majestiesfig leafrubber ducky, and cheese puff.

Where Evil Lurks

Messy, Bedroom, Home, Bed, Room, Furniture, Bedding

Pixabay

Evil lurks beneath the bed –

Amid rolled up socks and week-old bread.

A banana peel, now hard and brown,

But worst of all – that grinning clown.

I know monsters – they are not there.

But the chalk-faced fiend – from the fair,

To hide from its gaze, I shoved it there.

So each night,  I must pass in terror,

Till Mum cleans up – I must beware.

I think the sign -KEEp OuT of My ROOm,

Is something I should get rid of –

And really soon.

 

Padre

 

Terrifying Tuesday #1: Your challenge is to explore the world of childhood frights and use it as inspiration for a story, poem, or whatever you like.

dVerse

 

Hurry!: A Haibun

 

Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass.  She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex.  She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch.  It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch.  She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.

Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Sandwiches await

 

Padre

 

Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020

The Clouds of Childhood

 

clouds

Clouds (image found on You Tube)

The Clouds of Childhood

The brothers lay on their backs and looked at the passing clouds, discovering the menagerie hidden within.

Dragons and tigers – Drifting images overhead – Imagination

 

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, July 31st 2019, clouds

The challenge is create a so called “One-Bun”, it’s a haibun-form created by Jim Kacian and the goal is to create a haibun that has only one line including the title, the prose and the haiku (in this case a one-line haiku).

 

Padre